The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The blade sang in the air, a high, thin note that cut through the rain. Thomas held his ground. His armor was wet, cold against his ribs, the metal slick with blood that was not his own. He did not look up. He knew the face above him. He knew the name. Sir Julian. The commander of the city guard. The man who had signed the order to burn the Quarter. Thomas swung. The clash of steel was dull. It...

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